Xie Qingcheng, such a steely and cold-hearted man, probably never thought that one day he would be scolded as an old hooligan by a boy in his heart.
What's more, the boy was a little hooligan the night before and pressed him to the death to kiss him, and the kiss was so fast that his blood was so hot that he almost stuck his tongue in.
It can be seen from this incident that some young boys nowadays are really unreasonable because of their beauty, because of their good grades, and because they were a minor at this age hundreds of years ago.
The unreasonable Xueba used acting to buffer his heartbroken heartbreak, but this scene was a rescue, with not many roles, and the episode itself was very short, so he finished and returned to school not long after.
Before going back, he sent Xie Qingcheng a message, and then left the hotel with his suitcase.
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That is, on the day He Yu returned to school, Chen slow asked Xie Qingcheng to go to the cemetery together in the morning.
The little policeman has just solved his first case independently, and feels it is very memorable, and wants to talk to his brother.
"It's from across the province." Chen Slow carried the fruit basket and paper money and came to his brother's tombstone. He was walking in the cemetery in a hurry and almost tripped over the bushes next to him.
"Cross-provincial bicycle gang theft." Xie Qingcheng said.
Chen slow's face turned red: "self, a bicycle is also a car, and it is also the property of the people..."
Xie Qingcheng ignored him, took the fruit basket from his hand, put the tribute on it, and turned it into paper. The air was distorted by the heat of the flame. He looked at the picture of the very young police officer on the tombstone. , and that line of words painted with gold powder.
Chen Lisheng's tomb.
Chen Lisheng's life was fixed in his early twenties. Xie Qingcheng had a very vague impression of him. He just remembered that he was different from Chen Wan. He was a very serious and stable young man. When their family is a guest, they always say "trouble" and "sorry".
Before he was killed, the last message he left to his colleagues was also: "I have something to do today, I may be late, sorry."
Xie Qingcheng looked at the dark tombstone and said, "Your brother is also a policeman who can handle cases independently."
Chen slow hurriedly added: "It will be even more powerful in the future. I want to transfer to the Criminal Police Brigade."
Xie Qingcheng shook his head: "Your IQ is not enough."
"… "
"Your family's wisdom genes are all on your brother's head."
Chen Slow knew that Xie Qingcheng didn't want him to climb up. The higher he climbed, the stronger the wind above him. If he was blown down a little by accident, he would be smashed to pieces. Therefore, Xie Qingcheng always talked to him like this.
Chen slow was not angry, and whispered a few more words to his brother, then lit a cigarette and placed it in front of his brother's offering table.
"Brother, one day I will break the case you didn't finish." He closed his eyes and put his hands together.
"… "
Xie Qingcheng knew that Chen Wan was talking about the case in which his parents were killed.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this case was definitely not a normal car accident, and the police also knew it well. But what can be done? They didn't die in the process of handling the case, they couldn't chase down the martyrs, and the murderer who caused the car accident didn't leave any trace of committing the crime.
When it comes to offending people, his parents used to be high-ranking, and there are too many major cases involved, black/evil forces who want revenge, drug dealers/drug organizations... There are too many suspects, when the clues are interrupted Below, there is no way to check.
Xie Qingcheng himself did not try his best to trace the cause of his parents' death, but he finally gave up.
People who are too awake, even if their tears are not dry and their hearts are dead, they must struggle to see the road leading to the future.
Xie Qingcheng has already finished offering the incense, and it will take a while to see Chen slow, so he just walks around himself. His parents' tombs are not in this cemetery. The land here is very expensive, and some tombs with memorial halls are more expensive than second-tier cities. With a suite, the annual management fee is also astonishingly high, and only those with money and power can afford it.
As he walked, he came to a sculpture.
Sculpture burial is a kind of burial imitating the European model. The tombstones are often carved with marble chopsticks of the same height as the deceased. This statue standing in the quiet cemetery was chiseled by a doctor in a white coat. He sat on a chair and wore thick glasses, looking down at the scroll in his hand.
Below the statue reads:
"Qin Ciyan (1957-2017)"
"The last thing he failed to heal was the human heart."
Xie Qingcheng knew Qin Ciyan.
The two of them... used to be colleagues.
Qin Ciyan is one of the famous alumni of Shanghai Medical Department, and he is the Taishan Beidou in the field of God. Decades ago, Qin Ciyan graduated from Shanghai medical department, and then went to the United States for further studies, and returned to China after his studies. He once taught at his alma mater and led a team to study academics. He had a hard life and a good reputation in his life. He had already achieved fame.
A surgeon can't do anything without a knife and only a pen.
Therefore, after retiring from Yanzhou at the age of 60, Professor Qin returned to his hometown and was hired back to the First People's Hospital of Shanghai City.
That is the hospital where Xie Qingcheng stayed.
However, just one evening four years ago, 60-year-old Qin Ciyan was packing his briefcase in the office to go home to celebrate his wife's birthday, when suddenly a young man with a stubborn beard came, carrying a basket of fruits and a pennant. Looking at the door. The man claimed to be a family member of a patient, and came all the way to thank Director Qin for his kindness to his mother in person.
Qin Ciyan had many such patients. Seeing the man was sweating all over and his face was pale, he must have traveled for a long time, so he invited the man into the office and made him a cup of tea.
But no one expected that, just as the old doctor was pouring water to make tea, the young man described as timid quietly got up, pulled out a sharp knife with a cold light from the bottom of the fruit basket, and turned his head after Qin Ciyan made the tea with a smile. The moment - a sudden change of face! Eye canthus suddenly! Scream loudly and kill him! !
This is the Elbehai murder case that shocked the whole country four years ago.
Later, according to the surveillance video obtained by the police, the criminal Yi Beihai pressed the old doctor Qin Ciyan against the wall and stabbed the old doctor thirteen times in the chest and abdomen. , the handwritten sick file on the table, and the pennant brought by the murderer as a cover, all sprinkled with a creepy red.
Yi Beihai was already covered in blood when the people who arrived at the scene after hearing the sound, and he couldn't tell whether it was a human or a ghost. The old man with a medical career was thrown from the open window.
-boom! !
The bloody corpse was completely shattered after falling from a high place.
Yi Beihai stuck his head back out of the window, standing proudly in the pool of blood, holding up his red sharp knife and grinning to the sky, shouting: "Retribution! Let you cheat money! Kill you! Kill you!"
But what kind of blood feud
How could a young family member do such a dehumanizing thing to an old doctor with freckled temples.
The truth released after the police investigation made the whole society angry, and the public opinion was boiling like oil—
It turned out that Elbehai's mother was a brain glioma patient. The tumor was malignant, and the location of the growth was very tricky. Even after visiting many hospitals, no doctor dared to perform this operation.
This single mother is terrified of seeing a doctor and burning money. She doesn't want to be treated, she wants to die, but her son is already 30 years old. She is still idle all day, not looking for a job, and she is afraid that she will kick her legs. When he went, the son was no longer taken care of, so he did not dare to die.
Procrastinating, on and off, this condition is getting worse and worse. Finally, she heard that the neurology department of the First People's Hospital of Shanghai is very famous, and the doctors have good medical ethics. Some bodhisattvas look at the poor patients with heart, and will try to raise funds for poor patients, or make relief, and they have the ability to perform surgery. Also first-class.
With hope, my mother came to this unfamiliar land in a green leather car, carrying a sack of local products and seafood from her hometown.
But after coming here, the building is thousands of floors, there are thousands of streets, and my mother is stunned. I don't know how to pay electronically, and it took a long time to find a hospital. In the end, the hospital was found, and she would not hang up. She was timid again and stood in the lobby of the hospital where people came and went for a whole day.
When it was time to get off work, a doctor finally noticed the fishy woman who had not left for a long time.
After the doctor asked about her purpose, he asked for her information and left a phone call for her, saying that he would help her find a solution.
The mother's thick stack of medical records was handed over to the neurosurgery room of the First Hospital. The public did not know what the doctors discussed and discussed at that time. All in all, the mother did get the relief as she wished, and she was successfully scheduled for surgery, and she was gratefully waiting for the dawn of life.
And from the beginning to the end, her son who was far away from his hometown, who was a gambler, never came to accompany his mother even for a day.
Although the cost of surgery is reduced, but living in a prosperous city like Shanghai where pearls are like earth, gold and iron, for the mother, the cost is still huge. The woman shrunk food and clothing, lived in a small hotel that exuded a damp smell of yellow plums, slept in a room for eight, broke three portions of a Gaozhuang steamed bun, and drank it in hot water from the love stall.
At the end of the month, the woman's old broken cell phone rang. It was her son who called, and the content was naturally shocking - to ask her mother for money.
"Mom sees a doctor in Huzhou, and there are places where money is used everywhere. There really isn't much to come down this month..."
"What?" The young man on the other end of the phone was furious, his voice almost piercing the old woman's eardrum, "I'm out of money? What am I going to do this month? Who will take care of me? I don't care! You have to think for me. Way! I don't even have a fucking meal to eat!"
The woman stooped down, clutching the peeled-off mobile phone, and sighed, as if she had done something wrong: "I really have no money, when my mother first came here, I didn't know the road well, and I paid a few times to sit there. The bus, remember it now, you can walk to it, and the money for medical treatment is also less now... I will save it again, it will be available next month... Don't worry... "
"Who told you to go to Huzhou to see a doctor?" the man still shouted angrily, "I told you! That place is to deceive those idiots who have too much money to spend! What are you going to join in the fun? In the county town. Isn't it enough for you to see? Seeing what you can eat and drink all day long, what kind of serious illness can it be! Waste of money!"
The woman listened, and big tears rolled down from the cobweb-like crease at the end of her eyes and dripped onto the greasy concrete floor of the small hotel.
The son is still angry: "Why are you in such a hurry to send all the money to those doctors... Do you know that those doctors are all trying to earn your money? You make money every day, waiting for a fool like you to get sick. , so that you can queue up to give them money! Otherwise, how can they keep the hospital open? Now, they have been defrauded of all the money, so that you can't even support your children, bah!"
Yi Beihai cursed and hung up the phone. He didn't want to talk to the woman any longer. He put on his clothes angrily, pulled out the last fifty dollars from under the bed, and walked to the dark gambling shop at the entrance of the village.
The woman was heartbroken and at one point did not want to be cured. In the end, the doctor of the city hospital comforted her and communicated with Elbehai.
In the end, Yi Beihai finally said impatiently that if he wants to have surgery, he will do it. Anyway, don't take money from him. He doesn't want to spend this time and energy rushing to Shanghai, confirming the risks of the surgery on the phone, and leaving a recording, when the time comes The risk book should be signed by the mother himself.
Although the procedure was not so formal, and there were quite a few objections in the hospital, but with Qin Ciyan's prestige in mind, everything went on. Hospitalization, conditioning, preoperative communication... everything is going on in an orderly manner.
Finally came the day of the operation.
The doctor once again confirmed the risk of surgery with the lonely woman, and told her that the tumor location was very vicious. If the surgery is not performed, the survival period is expected to be only three months, but the danger to the surgery is also huge. If the surgery fails, it may be There is a risk of not being rescued.
"Then I want to make another call, okay?"
The woman asked timidly while lying on the hospital bed.
The mobile phone was handed over, and the woman pressed a series of numbers tremblingly, wanting to say a few words to her son before entering the door of life and death.
But after Dudu Dudu's long waiting tone, the answer to her was just the same cold mechanical tone as yesterday.
Elbehai is addicted to gambling, and when he gambles, he will never have time to answer the phone call from his mother.
The woman finally slowly put the phone down from her ear, her eyes were wet, she sniffled and smiled: "Thank you doctor. That... "
"what?"
The woman hesitated, and she could see that she was very tangled, as if she was trying to escape.
The little doctor in charge of the pre-operative preparations said gently, "Auntie, you can say whatever you want, it's fine."
The woman seemed a little scared and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"Ok?"
"Surgery, does it hurt?" When the woman asked this sentence, her face was flushed, and the thin blood was struggling to stick out from under the sallow skin.
"Oh." The little doctor responded with a smile and reassured her, "It doesn't hurt, Auntie, there will be anesthesia, which is the medicine that will make you fall asleep temporarily. There is no pain at all. When you wake up, everything will pass. ."
Listening to the gentle description of the little doctor, the woman's eyes overflowed with some emotions similar to "longing".
no pain at all...
When she was pushed into the operating room, she looked at the white ceiling above the hospital corridor, and the heavily armed nurses and doctors clustered around her. She was still thinking about the last sentence she heard, and the corners of her withered lips were vaguely hooked. A faint smile appeared.
The doctor who performed the operation for her was Qin Ciyan. Qin Ciyan was very old. He had already undergone three major operations that day, and he was also a little uncomfortable, but this operation was really too difficult, and he had to perform the operation himself.
Time passed by minute by minute, and the sweat of the old doctor seeped out little by little under the green protective suit.
"tweezers."
"Gauze."
"Give me two more pieces of cotton wool."
…
Take it easy, take it easy.
But the muscles all over his body are tense, and he never blinks his eyes at critical moments.
The second assistant was the first to notice the difference. When the second assistant was holding the surgical tray, he noticed that the teacher's body was slightly swaying.
A doctor is a doctor, but sometimes a doctor is also a patient.
When the second assistant looked at Qin Ciyan nervously, Qin Ciyan also realized that he was dying. He slowly and meticulously finished the movements on his hands that could not be paused, and then said in a calm voice that tried not to cause panic: "I can't see clearly in front of my eyes, and I am dizzy."
He said and took two steps back, wanting to say something more, but his eyes were dark, and he fell back...
This was the first time Qin Ciyan had such a situation. He has high blood lipids and a severe blood clot on the side of his neck, so he often suffers from headaches and nausea, but never to the point of dizziness.
Similar accidents in hospitals are rare, but not without precedent. During the training, the doctors had been clearly taught how to perform the operation by the remaining doctors in such a sudden situation. It's just that the location of the woman's tumor is too sinister, and even if the doctors later tried their best, the operation ended in failure.
Mother is gone.
The son suddenly became very filial, he had to be filial, he looked forward to the meager allowance for being a mother every month, not to mention that when she died, his nanny, cook, servant... all disappeared at once . The Elbe Sea is like a hell, and it is unacceptable.
After thinking about it, it is naturally the doctor's fault.
They must be greedy for the last bit of money in his mother's pocket, that's why they tricked her into being hospitalized.
subsidy? Relief
Where can such a pie be dropped in the sky, they must think that the money they make on her is not enough, thinking that this old bone can be used for free medical experiments, so they lied to him that poor, wandering alone in a foreign land The old mother who asked for a doctor came to be the unjust death ghost under their knife.
The more Yi Beihai thought about it, the more convinced he was. He was lying on the bed. It was a dark night outside, and the small village Ye Xiaoxiao screamed like a smile. He kept circling into a whirlpool of hatred in his mind, wrapping his whole body inside.
The next day, Elbehai, who was poor and poor, had no money to gamble, and owed debts everywhere, took out a rusted pig-killing knife at home, lit it up on the sharpening stone, and wrapped it in a thick, dirty pad.
Then, he went to the small shop at the entrance of the village and threatened the shop owner to give him all the cash in the shop, and set foot on the road to Huzhou...
A few days later, the killing of the doctor in Elbehai was like a huge thunder, which blew the heart of the whole country.
The media and platforms are full of shock at the incident, anger at the criminals, and memory of Qin Ciyan.
But gradually, some slippery snakes and venomous scorpions came out through chaos.
"Is Qin Ciyan really as benevolent and compassionate as he shows?"
"The death of Elbehai's mother is indeed doubtful."
"Yi Beihai is worthy of sympathy. He and his mother have been living in poverty all the time, and it is normal for such a child's psychological distortion..."
Such sensational articles and arguments have begun to be rotated by some public accounts and big Vs. Many people are eye-catching, from Qin Ciyan's academic papers questioned to Qin Ciyan's character, and also think that since he is old, he should retire, there is no need to stay in the workplace and not let go of power, and finally harm others and himself.
What's more, he began to find ways to carry out the so-called deep-pickling on Qin Ciyan and his family. After a while, I talked about how Qin Ciyan's daughter married a foreigner and went to settle abroad. What's so good about foreigners? This is simply a traitor with the motherland's money.
After a while, it was said that Qin Ciyan's wife was more than ten years younger than him. Why did she want to marry him? That must be because he wants his money, maybe it's not the main house, and if the big guy tries harder, maybe he can still find out that he is a junior.
The personal affairs of the victim doctor have actually become a drug for these people, making them unable to smell the blood in the hospital that has not yet dissipated, and wantonly sink into a carnival that deprives them of privacy and devours their hearts.
There is also a certain big v. I don’t know from which corner to find a news documentary about Qin Ciyan going to the front line of disaster relief more than ten years ago to treat the wounded. The big v knows how to make waves without punishment. Only the scene where Qin Ciyan and his party were too tired and thirsty in the ambulance, and the little doctor next to him felt sorry for the teacher, opened a bottle of glucose and handed it to Qin Ciyan to drink.
Comment area: "I don't mean to disrespect Mr. Qin, but I have to say that in such a disaster area, supplies are very tight, right? It is definitely not enough to rescue patients, he will drink so much in one sip... Have you considered it? Those who are dying in hospital beds?"
"Did he pay for the glucose..."
"Experts have great power. You can see if he wants to give people free surgery fees, how can they be paid for by drinking glucose. I know the insiders of Shanghai No. 1 Hospital. They say that the experts are very black. After the operation, the red envelope is no less than five figures. If you see that they have reduced or exempted the patient’s fee, it is actually sometimes that they will use the patient to do some risk experiments, otherwise how can they exercise their medical skills.”
But the most shocking and chilling thing is the definition of Elbehai's behavior.
According to the investigation report, Elbehai turned out to be an intermittent mental patient.
According to Article 18 of the "Criminal Law": if a mentally ill person causes harmful results when he cannot recognize or control his own behavior, and is confirmed by legal procedures, he shall not bear criminal responsibility...
Although various evidences later showed that when Yi Beihai murdered Qin Ciyan, his mental state was completely normal and there was no situation that he could not control himself. Yi Beihai was still sentenced to death. The puzzling public opinion still made many medical staff at that time feel extremely indignant and sad.
These things, until now, are still unforgettable commenting on...
Xie Qingcheng thought about the events of the year, looked at it blankly for a while, and stepped forward—
"Xie Qingcheng?"
The footsteps of several people suddenly came from behind, and there was a surprised voice of a woman.
"How will you be here?"